See, it’s just accepted that everyone will initially react to an offer in the negative. Whether it’s a pride thing or merely a business reflex, people are always resistant to the idea that someone else might have something that they need or want. Self-sufficiency is god to them. (ironically, it is what I am trying to acheive through my end of the act as well.)

So, all one has to do is pretend not to hear the initial denials and just keep on going. It’s like ignoring the mocking death threats of your enemy as you prepare to duel to the death.

And, much like a duel, ether helps too. (Go for the DEBIT cards. Those AmEx things are fool’s gold!”)

I don’t have a blog to display my best writing, my best thoughts, or my best work. In short, I don’t have this blog for anyone else to read; I have it for me. I enjoy spouting off about issues and inanity, but I couldn’t care less whether someone reads it or not. To put it bluntly, I think the only people I really “want” to read this blog are complete strangers. Somehow, the thought of someone blindly stumbling upon the muddled and confused writings you see here intrigues me. Analyze that if you will, but please, refrain from asking me “what does that poem mean?” While I am keenly aware of the distaste some people have for overly-ambiguous poetry, I think that a moderate amount of ambiguity is both a safeguard for the writer and a challenge to the reader.